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Slum Village
Do You Detroit Deli: A Taste of Detroit (Elzhi) Do You Cause nigga imma do me Do You Cause nigga imma do me Do You Cause nigga imma do me Do You Nigga... (Elzhi) Let me attempt to spit this Assist this with a pen in my fist Im scriptin Sonny Liston's lost b Quick six whips sick clique its Slum V We stick chicks til their extensions fuzzy Jewerly's thick and chunky ridiculous Like in them pictures when slick rick was a young bee...boy And picked his gumby im comfy Til you insist you'll take my existence from me Clack Click, the clip spits buddy I place you in ditches like egyptians that stitched mummys Your limpin bloody I serve niggas like the homeless mission kitchen We're fixing chicken for the bums free You cant tell us we dont get this money We keep a dollar up like richie rich's puppy We looking for the dips with donkey's to hit Its the Villa gorilla pimps, your chimps and monkeys bitch (T3) Do You Cause nigga imma do me Do You Cause nigga imma do me Do You Cause nigga imma do me Do You Nigga... (T3) When you see me in a spot never less than a dime Yall might roll with 6 we sit with a 9 See, Im a sick rapper with a flow thats divine Yall might flip the flow but dont flip it like mine Yall might roll with a squad but it aint like mine See im quick with the flow dogg im good to the go Imma stack till i spit til i cant go broke I want the Benz , the Range, I want it all , I want gold Then i dips in the whips with the chicks in the clothes Cause i chill with the chicks who be the centerfolds Then i creep to the mo, with a freak on the low Then i come thru the doe, then i mash on the flo Yea I keeps it moving like the local D.O.T's Keep serving these yo's with the bad tendancies Let a nigga do his thang, shit stop sweating me Gone roll with a playa girl its all hustle free Do You Cause nigga imma do me Do You Cause nigga imma do me Do You Cause nigga imma do me Do You Jeeeaaaa (Elzhi) But of course it be effortless we pullin up in the porshe Medallion the size of a horse on my necklace We done it again, done got under your skin We come hot like a gun pop running ur jems (T3) Can none stop this thing of ours The ladies they fein and double team in gstrings and bras Make em scream like electric strings guitars Dont hate on the squad cause my niggas is stars |
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(featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard)
(Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard) Yo this O.D.B. and Slum Village Detriot wild out! You know how we do (Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard) Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual Bisexual, can I get next to you If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual If your man front, than we gotta knock the nigga out Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up (T3) She got a man, but her man ain't me I'm a, M-A-C, to P-I-M-P I'mma, show her things, and spend a little cheese, baby 'cause your man ain't doing the right thing lately Yup, so I'm steppin in his house If the nigga step up I'ma knock the nigga out So I'm here with a beer and a glove With some thugs and some chicks with some derry' ass She got a man, it ain't fair, I don't care I ain't scared with my dudes and I come prepared Ladies, lemme see what you workin with Make a nigga stay at home like a punishment I'm trying, to think of us, think of we girl Think about us, and some, and T3 (Chorus) (Elzhi) Yeah, you know how Slum do, when we come through Gum shoe, Air Force is a pair of Air Jordan's Pelle Pel, are old school with gangsta white walls Tailor suits, coordinatin' with the gator boots Before you hate on what we do, it's a D thang You flamin' at a Cappa/Rae offa Alize Where the ladies at, pushin' back you Baby Phat Make it clap like eight gats Stayin' at the Infenium, just use the key You got a man, but what your man gotta do with me He don't want it, nah, he don't know the nigga Roll with Dreadknotts, Cardy boys, and a mil', phat killas Raw CD twelve, but don't mind that And we should hit the telly up, I got the Remy and the dime bag (Chorus) (Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard) Keep it dirty nuh (T3) What, they don't wanna f**k with us They don't wanna feel the pain and get bruised and touched She was down with your team, now she roll with us Brought he girlfriend with her and its all a plus She wanna do what the players do, play how the players play And she don't like how you treated her anyway (Elhzi) Yeah, you said you love, but is it really real Would you break me off first, and let my nigga Phil hit you Picture my Caddy truck, we sexin' in the backseat Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black mink Girl, it's either 'this or that', like it's Black Sheep I know it's on, if you twistin' back my Pistons cap Ignore the phone, if it's your man, let the machine get it Matter fact, turn off the ringer, and let me lean in it (Hook 3X) (Chorus) (Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard) From Detroit all the way to New York, we comes down |
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[Intro & Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village & Kanye West)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my, ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby [Verse 1: T3] To my thick chicks down in Texas All the way to New Orleans where the girls cook catfish And in LA every chick's an actress Hollywood status with the shaded glasses To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest Where the ladies got ass to sell alot sex And Hot Atlanta y'all is one of the best Where they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess And New York women are way too fresh Too much on your mind let me ease that stress I wish you all were mine it's so selfish Maybe I'm feelin myself too much I guess But, to my ladies all across the globe In small towns that I don't even know To all local international codes Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, I'm callin... [Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village) I'm callin (yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby [Verse 2: Kanye West] Uh! And I'll be tryin to come around my girl actin like Mr. Friendly And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley I spotted her like Spud McKenzie And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get ????em a clone He said yeah you know you got extra hoes And everything you do is extra cold From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece I got family in high places like Jesus' niece Can I please, say my peace If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased And this one here, is a heat rocks Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks New version of Pete Rock! But for that Benz I get CL love So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub [3LW] I'm callin.. [Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village) I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby [Verse 3: Baatin] What up Pam how your little man doin in New Jersey Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland For that good head in your Jetta better believe it Shanice you're my piece from Compton Before I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark up Danielle ATL got them pictures in the mail You sealed with a kiss and you send it with Chanel You lookin good in that one showin off your body Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardi's Take me to after parties her name was Carrie And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch I'm sorry But, hey Kim how's Minneapolis? You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classes Cause I love you girls though you ain't mine I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time [Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village) I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby [Outro: John Legend] I'm callin (Callin) out to (Out to) all my (All My) Y'all my, ladies and I can't (I Can't) let you (Let you) Be with, no one, but me, baby |
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| 5:00 |
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Slum Village
Closer, Feat Dwele Detroit Deli: A Taste of Detroit (Dwele, Intro) There's something I wanted to know, can we get closer? Yeah baby Seems like I've waited to know, can we get closer? (Elzhi) Verse 1 Yeah...Yeah Girl you should come up for the week I'll make you cum from the tub to the sink Rubbing your feet in a luxury suit Make sure you come with nothing on just a long shearling And I'ma make ya toes curl up like there all ??? I'll whisper in your ear, tell ya something Stick my tongue in ya bellybutton Reach down below, ya know I'm well sprung Hit ya from the back to get ya calfs trembling And pull ya hair 'til its straight, you'll look half Indian, laughing, giggling With champagne bubbles tickle ya nose Before you I wouldn't throw my old nickles at ho's I'm just glad we can get close, for breakfast in the morning We can fly out to Paris France for the French toast You made me wait so long and that's a good thing Now let me make ya candy rain dampen your thong I hit it off likea champion strong, for real Your still bumpin and grindin even after the song but all along I, I.... REPEAT, Chorus (T3) Verse 2 Let me talk to ya, feel me for a sec, I love ya sassy ways I must confess Ya lookin good girl, I hope you into sex, Sort of a model type with a splash of innocence Ya fast charms, ass like ya mums, I love that Tiffany charm thats hangin from ya arm And if we get it on I'ma take her back to the fort, Show her how I run game like an athlete in sport Sweety I can see that money ain't a thing Been doin this for a while no need to explain it, Ya doing swell girl, ya never doin poorly, Ya know I'm hopping in whips just look at the jewerly Plus you need a man in your life, Yo someone who can hit it right, and plus got the right doe Plus I'll treat you like a queen, Yo your place or mine I was thinking we should get close REPEAT, Chrous (Dwele) Alot of cats have tried it I like to touch the na na, I I know u act real shy but, (Know you get down!) Ur not that type we go Just keep it low and let it go No need to act up cause, i (Know you get down!) Can we get closer tonite I'LL make u cry Touch u inside baby, i (Make you get down) Hold you very close with or without clothes Public or closed doors We will get closer, yea |
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Keep Holding On a" Slum Village
Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit) Wuttup tho? Feelin' a little under the weather today. But had some stuff to get off my chest ya know? Now wut im a?bout to say to y'all I ain't never said to the general public. But y'all gotta hear me yo. Feel me. Verse 1: I know I might Sound like a got a cold and im speaking But im cold and im sneezing But im grown and breathin. Hear the tone in my speaking And it's home where he's preaching. Both of my parents gone for a reason Daddy's wrong just for leavin' Mother moved on and im breathing. (?) spirits above the stones and the deamons she belongs in a teaching where there's a throne and a kingdom and deep inside my bones im believing that the poems that im reading is the songs to my freedom. Lik-e-ly known as deceiving What im shown it ain't pleasing Make me wanna throw stones at a deacon And it home when he preaching See that's satan makin my heart cold as a breeze a?Till it's colder from freezing. Gotta get right I might not make it over this evening a?'cause your time here is shorter than breath gone from wheezing. And heard my nigga tone he was bleedin' Through his clothes It was leaking from some chrome that was squeezing Now when im all alone I be thinking im against all odds Hoping that god will show me the evens But im sick of being poor through the seasons Smoke a drole through the drinkin with 2 hoes through the weekend Bout to go to my seed anda| Chorus: Life can sometimes be so hard to bear When u feel that theirs no one who cares There are times u feel all hope is gone Don't loose faith and just keep holding on and on and on Keep holding on and on and on and on and on Verse 2: But sometimes I feel alone in these streets It gets cold in these streets My heart and soul on these streets I lost my moms So I hold to a piece Of a place, state and time Where we both in the grind And what's love to a fatherless son? Although he had love for his son (Pensions?) were none to seldom I would sit on the porch a?till the mail come And when it came There never was a letter with my name My moms was there for me She held it down a?cause she cared for me She never left Even in her last breathe when she sat next to death She was always at her best never stressed That's whya| Chorus You gotta keep holdin' on You gotta keep keep holdin' on Keep holdin on just Keep holdin' on Keep holdin' ona| Chorus Fades out |
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| 2:24 |
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| 11. |
| 3:22 |
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I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine Yo run it back, run it back I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine I squeeze them nines, from behind the blinds I leave flat in ground in the pine box! I'm not a killa wit mine But I get rid of nigga that get piece of mine Well if you got the bar separate me from mine I must be dope for you to steal my style Tryin' to take my sound yo run it back, run it back I must be dope for you to steal my style Tryin' to take my sound you don't want those pieces out Better yet you better kneel in church Don't these hurr, put a hole through your detrik fur Your little style that you got is subminimal Is you ready to swing, blows wit a criminal Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing You heard the click, pushin' scurshin' whips New sherlings kicks, two words I'm sick Run it back, I'm sick every verse I spit That I curse you rib I find the words that fit They come together like hoes on the curb for dick On an urge to trick, for them services Call me sir or if you prefer to diss get turned and twist Whoa nervousness I curse and piss, on any nigga that's lame Call me sick and insane talkin' chickens for brains Shift the stick in the range when I click and I bang! Niggas pick up your frame, till you lifted in shame They goin' down quite quick like a [Incomprehensible] flame I'm in the wickedest game Run it back, Wickedest game don't get stick for ya chain It's the Slum to the Villa, your head unda the pilla Why? We're coming kill ya Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Introducing the world famous, Slum Village! Are ya ready baby? Let me know if ya ready! All the way from Detroit! Yeah, yeah you look and stare I see you shook in prayer I bust at you, bang they cuffing who? What you wan do? 1 2, you wanna For sho ya do, if ya hold a crew I don't need a clip, to bust ya lip I run ya shit, wit a swift fist If you gon talk the shit I'm aiming quick You better run 'cause I don't miss |
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| 4:33 |
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(Dwele)
Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to f**k you Your all I want girl Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to f**k you Your all I want girl (echo) (T3) It goes day one I would take her on a short vacation Some place to chill, probably some place warm Don't pack nothin but bathin suits and shorts hon' And thats for real girl And then step two When you land off the plane up in Malibu Limo, chauffer service awaits you Champagne open and the sunroof too Black Leather interior trimmed in powder blue We roll out then we shift to step three Hotel accomodation is lovely There's no way they hand us the wrong key Top floor you know the penthouse suite It's plushed out, theres six rooms for two weeks Theres 3 beds, 2 baths, 1 ja'causezi You got a wardrobe sittin in ya dresser draw Thats when el steps in to setup step four (Dwele) Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to f**k you Your all I want girl Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to f**k you Your all I want girl (echo) (Elzhi) Yeah, theres lingerie and a blindfold with handcuffs Chardinay for the wardro and cameras So we can play back this moment in a DVD And mama send this bad truck through the 3 tvs The waters runnin for your bath now we at step five Givin you head .. ? .. like bein baptised Dryin you off and let you get inside your neglige Pour some wine like the dro and let the record play Dwele g track 10 thats my favourite edge You blazin with me we laughin and on our way to six Stick my tongue in ya ear and set the mood right Hit the balcony and grind you in the moonlight You horny off the gentle breeze before we're off of six Dab some wine on ya nipples and lick it of your tits Now we enterin seven and you just can't wait Its like you enterin heavens gates when we make eight (Dwele) Theres many ways to touch you I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to f**k you Your all I want girl Theres many ways to touch you I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to f**k you Your all I want girl (echo) (T3) Now we in eight Reachin the climax ya feelin so relaxed Take you to another place, lay you on ya back Ya body's tremblin girl you feelin so right Repeated actions turn the moonlight into daylight We watch the sunrise onto step nine Breakfast in bed with cherries and some chilled wine With the windows cracked open feel a slight wind I take my time as we ease into step ten (Elzhi) Believe when my only reasons for this hon'is pleasin Stickin my keys in your ignition Ya screamen eleven semen like big fun We even we both skiin and just cum Ya screamin and I semen and we get done We leavin the next evenin events come You ? and we head to sweden you can get some We leavin at 12 to bring you back to just one (Dwele) Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to f**k you Your all I want girl Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to f**k you Your all I want girl (echo) Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to f**k you Your all I want girl (fade out) |
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(feat. J. Dilla)
{Verse 1} (Dilla) Yo L and Ten kill'n em, Three kill'n 'em You thought we broke up but we was reassembalin Ladies and gentlemen you barewitnessin The villa on some classic shit like vans in balims Its' the gorrila pimps, we bustin denim in the club That you cant wear ya denim in Freakin a rhyme til every line ends with a then and than You dont wanna rump and stomp in Timberlands Shout to my nigga Killagan And all of my peps that rep more D then 12 Eminems Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in? Fuck wit this is ya loss Gilligan Sounds simila I'm not feelin 'em Get the bars like Venus in Wimbelon While I'm in them fly whips five Will and them On some Kim and them All About the Benjamins Still here {Chorus} Still here never left just switched the style up Came through made moves to get the crowd up Its hard time "V" time nigga ya times up Get rowed up for the Reunion {Verse 2} (T) L kill'n em, Dilla kill'n 'em Maybe we could hook up again back wit Ten and them together again like armed forces on some Fantastic Four or Four Horsemen Cant do it without ya crew boy Guess who boy, come'n through wit two boy Nobody but us that rap in a clutch Passed and switched it up like kids in double dutch Some couldn't feel our style or feel our Ever talked our slang never walked our roads All they know is these niggaz is tainted Don't know about those rovers that candy painted We've been miss quoted, miss con-screwed, miss understood, and over used So we take this time to set the record straight Critics skipped and did it anyway Now you hear our raps wit Dilla and you all on our team Till you heard Ten was gone was apart of he skem See! We still got love where was you at at? Just cuz a nigga go solo think we turned our bak Maybe we will reunite on some shit like that But I gotta set it straight for' you twists the facts nigga {Chorus} {Verse 3} (L) Yo T kill'n em, Three kill'n 'em You thought we broke up and ya you rite we really did I wrote a verse that I recited it was hot But I had to rewrite cuz I thought we was united and we not But though all the love that I got for you Parna I picked apart ya words and I'm shooked in them interviews I been acused of not care'n When the city threw your furnture out Its not fair when I'm learnin about how stress you fell in a article Forget a rhyme I'm just as real when I talk to you And you know that we share Kodak moments I wish we could go back But don't act like you wasn't bug'n out like a phone tap Chase'n cars in the street I saw you throw a part in the sink After hit the bar for a drink who asked you to slow down? Eventhough niggaz told me you was gon' clown You didn't know I cried when I saw you whallen at the State Theater In the door by the side Throw you in the trunk and found a preacher for you Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you Sink'n fast in the deepest soil Ya parents finally got you some help You came out seem'n normal and I heard you on medication Had a illness you couldn't heal with herbs and meditation And believe me; Me and T, Three kept it low Don't take this as a dis this is just to let you kno that I love you But watch the company you keep Sware niggaz don't care, but they love you in the streets Get ya mind right nigga... |
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